The life of an 11 year old must be so hard!
There is one spot on the couch that is "perfect" because it is nearest to the t.v. The boys fight over it all the time - most of the time it is quiet bickering - and tonight was no exception.
SS11 is a bossy snot but so is SS9. The conversation went something like this:
SS11: Don't get in the spot.
SS9: You don't OWN it.
SS11: You can sit in the spot if you give me one of your Warheads.
SS9: I wouldn't give you one of these if my life depended on it.
SS11: Your life will depend on it. Give me one of your Warheads and you will live, plus, you can sit in the spot.
(Neither kid is in "the spot" at this point. They are standing over it, posturing like male wolves.)
SS9: Nope.
SS11: Oh well. Too bad for you.
(At this point I was going to let it go, but then SS11 changed his tone from joking to serious and mean)
SS11: Okay last chance, give me a Warhead.
SS9: Nope.
SS11: You little ... (lunges for his brother)

That's the end of it. My blood boiled when his tone went from playing to being an aggressive, bullying jerk. I don't care if they beat the snot out of each other, but SS11 gets this vicious nasty side to him and frankly, it is scary at times.

Neither kid is on the couch at the moment. Both are sulking. SS11 just got the "hot sauce" threat for being rude to me in the throws of retaliation against his brother.

Fricking bliss in the house this evening. DH has been gone for a week for work. I don't know how single mothers do it. Step or otherwise.